I would like to inform everyone that this will be somewhat different from the story line of A Wolf Among us. And the most I know about Fables is what I have read online. So, if I get some information wrong, sorry.
I do hope you guys enjoy!
The man watched as the wolf swallowed the girl with a red cloak whole. He watched as her body created a bulge that glided down its neck and into his belly. The wolf licked his lips and grinned in satisfaction.
The man was frozen in place, watching the scene before him. The wolf turned to the man, his glowing yellow eyes intent on claiming a third victim. The man finally took action and raised his ax to the wolf, swinging as hard as he could.
Bigby scratched at the stubbles over growing onto his neck. The elevator dinged when it reached the floor of his apartment in the woodland apartments. He yawned and popped his neck that was tweaked from falling out of Toad's hotel with the Woodsman. All of it started with a prostitute.
'Red was right. You're not as bad as people say you are.' The nameless prostitutes words rang in his head as he approached his door.
He stopped short when he saw that the door was tweaked open and sighed. "Colin what have I said about…" A sweet and unforgettable smell seeped through his door that made him stop short.
Bigby knew instantly that it was her. He entered his apartment and saw a woman with raven curls, with skin as white as Snow's, curled up on his recliner sound asleep.
To everyone else, she was called Red. But to him, he knew her as Renee. Renee Elaine Daughtry, the little red riding hood.
He sighed and goes into his kitchen, washing his face after a long day of playing sheriff to the fables. He opened his normally empty fridge and sees it full of prepared food. "Renee." He muttered.
"She cares about you, you know." A talking pig came grunting over to him with tired and old eyes. "You know you would starve if it wasn't for her."
"Colin, you shouldn't be here? What if somebody saw you?"
Colin huffed. "Don't give me that crap. You don't know what it's like at The Farm. Please don't send me back. I'm begging you, Bigby."
Bigby poured himself a glass of bourbon. "Calm down. I'm not sending you back."
Colin stares at the drink in his hand. "Is that uh… for me?"
Bigby looks down at his drink and takes a sip. "Nope." He moves past him to sort through his mail.
"The house didn't blow itself down, Bigby. That's all I'm saying." The pig followed him, trying to play the guilt trip on Bigby. "Do with that what you will. Now I'm not saying that it's a good reason to definitely been offered a drink, but uh… it would have helped ease some of the pain you once caused me. It also would have shown everyone how different you are." He waited for the wolf's reply.
Bigby shrugged off the guilt trip like it was nothing. "If that was all you were saying I would be able to get some rest now."
Colin furrowed is snout. "I take it all back. This is why everyone hates you."
Bigby turned around at that comment. "So everyone hates me?"
Colin saw the sadness Bigby tried to hide beneath his eyes and sighed. "Nah. I'm just giving you shit. If she's able to forgive you…" He nods his head in the direction of the sleeping girl.
Bigby glanced over at Renee, finding it peaceful to listen to her steady breathing. "Look, I'm doing my best here."
"Clearly that is not true with the selfishness with the bourban." Bigby rolled his eyes and set his glass on the floor. "Thank you, Bigby." He lapped at the liquor with his tongue and looked back up to Bigby. "And hates the wrong word. I should have said that they fear you. You ate a lot of people back in the day."
Bigby turned away from Colin, remembering the days back in the homeland, eating villages of people. "I thought we were all supposed to have a fresh start here. I can't change the past."
"Well you can't change people's memories either." Colin slumped down to lazily lick his drink. "People are scared of you. I mean, just look at your hands." Colin stopped talking when Renee stirred awake from her slumber.
Renee took in a deep breath and yawned, looking around, trying to remember where she was. Her baby blue eyes swept over and met with Bigby's sharp brown eyes. She shot up, realizing that she fell asleep at his apartment. "I'm so sorry Bigby. I fell asleep in your chair." His eyes softened and he gave her a light chuckle.
Bigby waved her comment away. While doing so, he saw how his hands were bruised and his knuckles her bloodied up. Colin's comment worried him about how Renee would take seeing his hands, roughed up from fighting the Woodsman. "Don't worry about it." She caught a glimpse of his hands and he could sense that she was worried. 'She already noticed.' He scratched his head. "Injuries come with the job. It'll heal in no time."
She approached him and gently took one of his hands into hers, examining the damage. Just her touch made his inner beast go wild, that was until he looked at her burn scar that curled around her hand. It was an injury that occurred in the homelands. He always felt responsible for it.
As if reading his thoughts she sighed and gave him an angry look. "Stop it." She let go of his hand and grabbed her purse. "I'm sorry I disturbed you, but I worry about you not eating right. I hope you don't mind that I broke into your apartment and filled your fridge with actual food… not left over Chinese." Her eyes glanced over to the box of take out Chinese that was sitting on the coffee table for who knows how long. He gave her a guilty look. "Bye Colin." She said to the pig.
"Bye Red." They both watched her leave the apartment. "Guess I should say, most people are scared of you."
Bigby gave him a low growl before slumping down on his one seater couch, instantly falling asleep.